The Case of the Missing Sandwich

It was a typical Monday morning at the office, and everyone was busy pretending to work. But for me, Detective Jack Crumb, it was the start of the most baffling case of my career: **The Case of the Missing Sandwich.**

I was just about to take my first glorious bite of my turkey and avocado masterpiece when I noticed it—gone. Vanished. Disappeared into thin air. My desk, once a sanctuary of deliciousness, was now a crime scene.

I stood up, adjusted my imaginary detective hat, and declared, "This means war."

Chapter 1: The Suspects**

First on my list was **Karen from Accounting**. She had a reputation for "borrowing" things without asking. I approached her desk, where she was busy typing away, her eyes glued to her screen.

"Karen," I said, leaning on her desk, "where were you at 12:15 PM?"

She looked up, confused. "Uh, eating my lunch? Why?"

"Did you, by any chance, see a turkey and avocado sandwich on my desk?"

She rolled her eyes. "Jack, I’m a vegan. I wouldn’t touch your dead bird sandwich."

Fair point. Karen was off the hook.

Next was **Bob from IT**. Bob was always lurking around, fixing printers and stealing snacks. I found him in the breakroom, elbow-deep in a bag of chips.

"Bob," I said, narrowing my eyes, "did you take my sandwich?"

He froze mid-crunch. "What? No! I don’t even like avocado. It’s too... green."

I wasn’t convinced. "Where’s your alibi?"

He pointed to the security camera in the corner. "Check the footage. I’ve been here all day."

I made a mental note to review the tapes later.

**Chapter 2: The Plot Thickens**

As I walked back to my desk, I noticed something strange. A trail of breadcrumbs. Literally. They led from my desk to the janitor’s closet.

I opened the door slowly, my heart pounding. Inside, I found **Gary the Janitor**, sitting on a bucket, munching on... my sandwich.

"Gary!" I exclaimed. "You’re the sandwich thief?"

He looked up, startled. "Oh, hey Jack. Uh, yeah. Sorry about that. I was hungry, and it just looked so good."

I sighed. "Gary, you could’ve just asked."

He shrugged. "I didn’t think you’d notice."

Hapter 3: The Twist**

Just as I was about to let Gary off with a warning, I noticed something odd. The breadcrumbs didn’t stop at the closet. They continued down the hallway.

I followed them, my detective instincts kicking in. They led me to the CEO’s office. I knocked on the door.

"Come in," said a deep voice.

I opened the door to find **Mr. Thompson**, the CEO, sitting at his desk. And there, on a silver platter, was... another turkey and avocado sandwich.

"Ah, Jack," he said, smiling. "I see you’ve found my lunch."

I blinked. "Your lunch? But... that’s my sandwich!"

He chuckled. "No, Jack. This is *my* sandwich. I had it specially made. Yours is... well, let’s just say Gary wasn’t the only one who thought it looked delicious."

Epilogue: Justice Served**

In the end, I never got my sandwich back. But I did get something even better: a promotion. Mr. Thompson was so impressed with my detective skills that he made me the head of Office Security.

And as for Gary? He’s now my partner in crime-solving. Together, we’ve solved cases like "The Mystery of the Broken Coffee Machine" and "The Case of the Missing Stapler."

But I’ll never forget the case that started it all: **The Case of the Missing Sandwich.**

Why This Story Works:**

1. **Humor:** The story is lighthearted and funny, with relatable office scenarios.

2. **Mystery:** The plot keeps readers engaged as they try to solve the mystery.

3. **Twist:** The unexpected ending adds a layer of intrigue.

4. **Relatability:** Everyone can relate to the frustration of a missing lunch!